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“This isn’t the bedroom I chose for you,” she said finally.
“Maybe not, but it’s the oneIchose.” He closed the small distance between them, almost stepping on her bare toes with the tips of his boots. “This is the bed I’m gonna fuck you in.”
Her eyes flashed.
He didn’t know why she wanted him out of this particular bedroom, but she’d guaranteed that he’d be staying right where the fuck he was.
“You could’ve been chasing your third nut by now, but you played yourself,” she murmured.
He barked a laugh. “Third?” He skimmed his knuckles down her cheek, lapping up her reaction—that shiver and the way she immediately smothered it. “You’ve got high hopes for us, don’t you?” He winked and leaned in, brushing his nose along the length of her jaw. “So do I.” He inhaled deeply. “So do I.”
She leaned away from him. “I’m not going to play your games.”
He cupped her face in both hands, holding her in place and staring into her eyes. “But you want me to play yours, don’t you?” He clicked his tongue. “So fucking naughty, Seraphina. But I like that. And I’ll tell you what else I like…” He couldn’t help himself. The banter with her was like masturbation. “The punani. Especially when you squeeze my fingers with it.” He grinned. “Makes my heart skip beats.”
“You should see a doctor about that.” She glanced away as his phone started ringing.
“You.” He pressed kisses to her jaw, her chin. “I want to see you.” He dropped his hands, teeth in his bottom lip, and stepped back, holding her gaze while retrieving his phone. He glanced down at the screen and smiled.
He could always count on his mother’s call. “Mom,” he answered her on speaker while watching Seraphina, so he caught it when his woman’s expression shut down. When her eyes went dead. A distinct chill emanated from her suddenly, confusing him.
“Son.”
Seraphina flinched visibly at the sound of his mother’s voice. Then she walked out.
4
It hit her unexpectedly,knocking the wind right out of her.
“Mom.”
Seraphina couldn’t afford to have Toro see how him having a simple conversation with his mother affected her, so she got the hell out of that bedroom. A bedroom she hadn’t set foot in since she’d bought the place after getting kicked out of New York.
Banned from the entire state by her very own son.
Israel didn’t want anything to do with her. That was his right as a grown man. She wanted everything to do with him, though, so she’d taken banishment like the boss bitch she was, settling in a state as close to New York as she could.
That room in which Toro had taken up residence? She’d had it set up for her son, for the inevitable day when he’d see that all she wanted was to love him.
Toro was in that bedroom, talking to his mother.
Fuck. Him.
She tossed aside her robe and climbed into her bed naked, lying restlessly atop the covers. She knew what gameshewas playing, but what was his? Was it to leave her wet and aching? Because if that was the case, two seconds out the gate he’d won.
She refused to be the one to sate her own hunger. Not happening. Not after the shit she’d pulled to get him right where he was now. Not in Israel’s bedroom, but under her roof. How did she get him out of that room, though?
He’d sliced Fletcher’s face open for nothing.
And yes, it got her all damp, but that wouldn’t do.
What did he want and how could she use it to lure him out of Israel’s bedroom?
“Son.”
His eyes had lit up at the sound of his mother’s voice, and jealousy like she’d never experienced before had coated Seraphina’s tongue. She wanted to see that reaction on her own son’s face when they spoke. Would that day ever come? How could she speed it up?
Toro was her distraction. Or he was supposed to be. Something to occupy her mind and time so she wouldn’t be out there trying to get Israel back into her life, alienating him even more in the process. She knew herself. Tell her she couldn’t have something and nothing else mattered butthat one thing. Her son was her one thing. Toro was supposed to keep her coming, too exhausted and depleted to think about how she’d fucked up her chance with Israel. What Toro wasn’t supposed to do was make her wish for her son even more.
